Toad Chapter 4
“Toad,” Part IV
by c.w. cobblestone
The burly doorman poked his finger in my chest.
“The fuck you doing out here?” He flexed his muscles, which virtually popped through his Club V tee-shirt.
I cleared my throat. “Um … I’m waiting for some … uh, friends. They’re … um, inside.”
“Well, you can’t be standing out here.” His eyes narrowed. “Ain’t you got a car where you can wait?”
“Well, I … my friends want me to stand by the door.”
“Sounds like bullshit to me. Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass and call the cops.”
“Um, sir, please … I … I’m supposed to be here to pay the bill when my friends are done in there.”
The guy scoffed. “Don’t sound like friends to me. You got to wait out here and then pay their bill?”
I licked my lips. “Well … um … yeah.”
“Bullshit. How do I know you ain’t casing the joint? Fuck this, I’m calling the cops.”
“Wait, sir, please, don’t do that.” I clasped my hands. “Please. Can’t you go inside and check with my wife and … um, her boyfriend?”
“What?! You mean you’re standing out here like a chump while your wife is in the club with her goddamn boyfriend? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Please, sir. Don’t call the police. Go ask them; they’ll explain it all.”
He shook his head. “This I got to see. Okay, dude, take me to your wife and her boyfriend. Let’s see what they got to say.”
I followed the giant into the club toward the swirling lights and pounding hip-hop beat. Squinting through the haze, I saw Omar chilling at a table at the other end of the bar with my wife on one side and her sister on the other. Two other couples I didn’t recognize sat with them while my master held court. He loved showing off in public, with a lady on each arm and a wimpy chauffeur on call.
After Omar had enjoyed that first threesome with my wife and her sister, they became inseparable, and he started parading them around at the local clubs. I usually tagged along as designated driver, and at first I was allowed to wait in the car while my masters partied inside the bars. But one night I fell asleep and Omar had to come find me. After he kicked my ass in the parking lot while his two ladies looked on giggling, he told me from that point forward I would be required to stand at attention outside the establishments until it was time to pay the bill. He could easily have just paid the damn tab himself with the multiple platinum credit cards I’d opened in his name, but he liked being mean just for kicks. And the girls loved it. So, because of his edict, I’d stand there like an idiot for hours, sometimes in the pouring rain and snow.
One of the consequences of Omar’s rule was running into suspicious bar staff, including the big guy who accompanied me through the noisy club toward my masters. A lot of the bouncers and barmaids in town had either gotten to know me, or had heard all about “the toad who waits outside the bar for his wife and her boyfriend.” They’d ridicule me during my vigils, making make me stand in the bushes out of sight of customers, and not allowing me to huddle under the awning during thunderstorms. But this Club V guy hadn’t yet met “the toad,” so I knew I was in for yet another humiliating introduction.
Janie was the first to notice us as we approached the table, and she smirked and poked her lover in the ribs. The doorman stepped forward while I stood behind him, head bowed.
“Um, excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you folks, but this guy claims he’s waiting outside to pay your bill.” He looked at Janie. “He says he’s your husband.”
“Well, I’m not exactly proud of it,” my wife replied, causing everyone at the table to crack up. “But, yeah, I’m married to the little toad. I married him for his money, believe me!”
“It sure as hell wasn’t his looks; can’t you tell?” Lisa added, prompting another round of laughter, although the doorman remained stoic.
“Well, he can’t stand by the front door like that,” the man said. “If the owner saw it, he wouldn’t like it.”
“That’s okay, we’re leaving now anyway.” Omar snapped his fingers. “Take care of the bill, bitch. And leave a big tip.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I said, keenly aware of how the two other couples at the table were smirking at my wimpish subservience, while my wife and her sister basked in Omar’s control over me.
After I took care of the tab, I followed my master and his entourage out of the club. When we got to the parking lot, I started to go get the car, but Omar stopped me.
“Hang on a second, toad, come around the back — I got a present for ya,” he said.
I bowed my head. “Yes, sir.” I knew what was coming.
Janie grinned at the two couples I didn’t recognize. “OMG, you guys gotta come see this.”
“You’re gonna love it, watch,” Lisa agreed.
Omar strutted toward the alley behind Club V, to a spot near a dumpster. I trailed behind, fighting tears, until he stopped near the garbage bin and pointed to the ground. I knew that was an order for me to kneel on the grimy concrete, which I did.
He whipped out his huge, black dick and I leaned forward, taking the head in my mouth and breathing through my nose. With a sigh, he started urinating, and like a panicked fish out of water, I desperately gulped down each mouthful.
One of the ladies, a sexy black woman, giggled. “OMG, is he pissing in his mouth?”
“Yep.” Janie sneered. “The little faggot drinks every drop, too.”
The other woman’s eyes widened. “Ooh, I got to pee; can I make him drink my pee, too?”
Omar, who was still pissing full-force, nodded. “Sure, you can, girl. My bitch is your bitch.” He stopped his stream, slapped me upside the head for no reason whatsoever, and then restarted filling my mouth. I expertly swallowed the salty flow until it finally stopped.
He dried off his dick by rubbing it in my hair before tucking it back in his pants. “Good job, bitch, you didn’t spill any.”
Lisa pointed. “Ooh, he did spill some. Look, a drop got on his pants-leg.” She smirked at me like a bratty tattletale while Omar shook his head.
“Too bad, toad,” he said. “You know what that means.”
“What does it mean?” the first woman, a short blonde, asked.
Omar scowled at me. “Tell her what it means, toad.”
“Um, spilling my master’s precious urine means another two months in my … my cage.”
“Your cage?” the blonde asked.
“Show her,” Omar ordered.
With the taste of piss still in my mouth, I unbuckled my pants, pulled down my panties and displayed my spiked chastity device, which hadn’t been removed in seven months — and now would remain intact for at least another two months, and possibly more, thanks to Lisa’s tattling.
The black woman clucked her tongue. “What a fucking loser you are.”
The blonde scoffed. “You got that right. A total fucking loser. And I want to piss in the loser’s mouth.”
“You heard the woman, toad — lay your ass on the ground,” Omar said.
I felt the wet cement of the alley floor against my back as I lay prone, watching the blonde wiggle her pants and panties down before squatting over my face. I peered up into her straining vaginal lips, and it caused a painful stirring inside my spiked cock cage.
The blonde squatted there grunting for a good minute. I could see her asshole winking at me with each effort.
“Come on, Darlene, hurry up, I gotta go next,” said her companion, a tall black guy.
“Hang on, you guys, it’s hard to go while everyone’s watching,” Darlene said.
Finally, she was able to relax and start filling my mouth with urine. I was afraid more chastity time would be added if I spilled any so I managed to drink it all down. I was reminded of when I was a kid, and my two older foster sisters would sexually abuse me and pee in my face.
When she was finished pissing, Darlene looked up at her boyfriend. “You care if I make him lick me clean?”
“Shit, I don’t care.” The man unzipped his fly. “But hurry up; I drank too much beer, and I gotta go.”
As I licked the blond-haired pussy clean, my little dick began to swell in its cage, causing excruciating pain. Having had lots of practice, though, I managed to stay quiet and suffer in silence.
When Darlene was satisfied, she stood up and walked away, and within seconds her boyfriend took her place. His dick was already out, and he didn’t give me a chance to move before he started pissing all over me, aiming his stream first at my face and then working his way down my body while everyone died laughing at my pathetic sputtering.
The pee finally stopped, and Omar nudged me with the toe of his shoe. “There’s piss everywhere; that’s another two months at least.”
I blinked, the urine burning my eyes. “Please, sir, I … there was no way for me to drink it, sir.”
Omar lifted his eyebrow. “Oh, so it’s Jamal’s fault?”
“Um … no, sir.”
“Sounded to me like you was blaming my friend. That’s another two months.”
Janie giggled. “Dang, that’s six months. If I was you, toad, I’d shut the fuck up and quit while I was ahead.”
Lisa crinkled her nose. “Do we seriously have to drive home with the toad in the car? He smells like piss.”
“No, I’ve only had a few,” Janie said. “I can drive.”
Omar nodded. “Walk home, toad. And wash off with the hose before you go in the house. You hear?”
“Yes, sir.”
In response, he hocked up a loogy and spit it in my face.
“Thank you, sir,” I said pathetically as my master led his laughing admirers out of the alley.
by c.w. cobblestone
The burly doorman poked his finger in my chest.
“The fuck you doing out here?” He flexed his muscles, which virtually popped through his Club V tee-shirt.
I cleared my throat. “Um … I’m waiting for some … uh, friends. They’re … um, inside.”
“Well, you can’t be standing out here.” His eyes narrowed. “Ain’t you got a car where you can wait?”
“Well, I … my friends want me to stand by the door.”
“Sounds like bullshit to me. Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass and call the cops.”
“Um, sir, please … I … I’m supposed to be here to pay the bill when my friends are done in there.”
The guy scoffed. “Don’t sound like friends to me. You got to wait out here and then pay their bill?”
I licked my lips. “Well … um … yeah.”
“Bullshit. How do I know you ain’t casing the joint? Fuck this, I’m calling the cops.”
“Wait, sir, please, don’t do that.” I clasped my hands. “Please. Can’t you go inside and check with my wife and … um, her boyfriend?”
“What?! You mean you’re standing out here like a chump while your wife is in the club with her goddamn boyfriend? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Please, sir. Don’t call the police. Go ask them; they’ll explain it all.”
He shook his head. “This I got to see. Okay, dude, take me to your wife and her boyfriend. Let’s see what they got to say.”
I followed the giant into the club toward the swirling lights and pounding hip-hop beat. Squinting through the haze, I saw Omar chilling at a table at the other end of the bar with my wife on one side and her sister on the other. Two other couples I didn’t recognize sat with them while my master held court. He loved showing off in public, with a lady on each arm and a wimpy chauffeur on call.
After Omar had enjoyed that first threesome with my wife and her sister, they became inseparable, and he started parading them around at the local clubs. I usually tagged along as designated driver, and at first I was allowed to wait in the car while my masters partied inside the bars. But one night I fell asleep and Omar had to come find me. After he kicked my ass in the parking lot while his two ladies looked on giggling, he told me from that point forward I would be required to stand at attention outside the establishments until it was time to pay the bill. He could easily have just paid the damn tab himself with the multiple platinum credit cards I’d opened in his name, but he liked being mean just for kicks. And the girls loved it. So, because of his edict, I’d stand there like an idiot for hours, sometimes in the pouring rain and snow.
One of the consequences of Omar’s rule was running into suspicious bar staff, including the big guy who accompanied me through the noisy club toward my masters. A lot of the bouncers and barmaids in town had either gotten to know me, or had heard all about “the toad who waits outside the bar for his wife and her boyfriend.” They’d ridicule me during my vigils, making make me stand in the bushes out of sight of customers, and not allowing me to huddle under the awning during thunderstorms. But this Club V guy hadn’t yet met “the toad,” so I knew I was in for yet another humiliating introduction.
Janie was the first to notice us as we approached the table, and she smirked and poked her lover in the ribs. The doorman stepped forward while I stood behind him, head bowed.
“Um, excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you folks, but this guy claims he’s waiting outside to pay your bill.” He looked at Janie. “He says he’s your husband.”
“Well, I’m not exactly proud of it,” my wife replied, causing everyone at the table to crack up. “But, yeah, I’m married to the little toad. I married him for his money, believe me!”
“It sure as hell wasn’t his looks; can’t you tell?” Lisa added, prompting another round of laughter, although the doorman remained stoic.
“Well, he can’t stand by the front door like that,” the man said. “If the owner saw it, he wouldn’t like it.”
“That’s okay, we’re leaving now anyway.” Omar snapped his fingers. “Take care of the bill, bitch. And leave a big tip.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I said, keenly aware of how the two other couples at the table were smirking at my wimpish subservience, while my wife and her sister basked in Omar’s control over me.
After I took care of the tab, I followed my master and his entourage out of the club. When we got to the parking lot, I started to go get the car, but Omar stopped me.
“Hang on a second, toad, come around the back — I got a present for ya,” he said.
I bowed my head. “Yes, sir.” I knew what was coming.
Janie grinned at the two couples I didn’t recognize. “OMG, you guys gotta come see this.”
“You’re gonna love it, watch,” Lisa agreed.
Omar strutted toward the alley behind Club V, to a spot near a dumpster. I trailed behind, fighting tears, until he stopped near the garbage bin and pointed to the ground. I knew that was an order for me to kneel on the grimy concrete, which I did.
He whipped out his huge, black dick and I leaned forward, taking the head in my mouth and breathing through my nose. With a sigh, he started urinating, and like a panicked fish out of water, I desperately gulped down each mouthful.
One of the ladies, a sexy black woman, giggled. “OMG, is he pissing in his mouth?”
“Yep.” Janie sneered. “The little faggot drinks every drop, too.”
The other woman’s eyes widened. “Ooh, I got to pee; can I make him drink my pee, too?”
Omar, who was still pissing full-force, nodded. “Sure, you can, girl. My bitch is your bitch.” He stopped his stream, slapped me upside the head for no reason whatsoever, and then restarted filling my mouth. I expertly swallowed the salty flow until it finally stopped.
He dried off his dick by rubbing it in my hair before tucking it back in his pants. “Good job, bitch, you didn’t spill any.”
Lisa pointed. “Ooh, he did spill some. Look, a drop got on his pants-leg.” She smirked at me like a bratty tattletale while Omar shook his head.
“Too bad, toad,” he said. “You know what that means.”
“What does it mean?” the first woman, a short blonde, asked.
Omar scowled at me. “Tell her what it means, toad.”
“Um, spilling my master’s precious urine means another two months in my … my cage.”
“Your cage?” the blonde asked.
“Show her,” Omar ordered.
With the taste of piss still in my mouth, I unbuckled my pants, pulled down my panties and displayed my spiked chastity device, which hadn’t been removed in seven months — and now would remain intact for at least another two months, and possibly more, thanks to Lisa’s tattling.
The black woman clucked her tongue. “What a fucking loser you are.”
The blonde scoffed. “You got that right. A total fucking loser. And I want to piss in the loser’s mouth.”
“You heard the woman, toad — lay your ass on the ground,” Omar said.
I felt the wet cement of the alley floor against my back as I lay prone, watching the blonde wiggle her pants and panties down before squatting over my face. I peered up into her straining vaginal lips, and it caused a painful stirring inside my spiked cock cage.
The blonde squatted there grunting for a good minute. I could see her asshole winking at me with each effort.
“Come on, Darlene, hurry up, I gotta go next,” said her companion, a tall black guy.
“Hang on, you guys, it’s hard to go while everyone’s watching,” Darlene said.
Finally, she was able to relax and start filling my mouth with urine. I was afraid more chastity time would be added if I spilled any so I managed to drink it all down. I was reminded of when I was a kid, and my two older foster sisters would sexually abuse me and pee in my face.
When she was finished pissing, Darlene looked up at her boyfriend. “You care if I make him lick me clean?”
“Shit, I don’t care.” The man unzipped his fly. “But hurry up; I drank too much beer, and I gotta go.”
As I licked the blond-haired pussy clean, my little dick began to swell in its cage, causing excruciating pain. Having had lots of practice, though, I managed to stay quiet and suffer in silence.
When Darlene was satisfied, she stood up and walked away, and within seconds her boyfriend took her place. His dick was already out, and he didn’t give me a chance to move before he started pissing all over me, aiming his stream first at my face and then working his way down my body while everyone died laughing at my pathetic sputtering.
The pee finally stopped, and Omar nudged me with the toe of his shoe. “There’s piss everywhere; that’s another two months at least.”
I blinked, the urine burning my eyes. “Please, sir, I … there was no way for me to drink it, sir.”
Omar lifted his eyebrow. “Oh, so it’s Jamal’s fault?”
“Um … no, sir.”
“Sounded to me like you was blaming my friend. That’s another two months.”
Janie giggled. “Dang, that’s six months. If I was you, toad, I’d shut the fuck up and quit while I was ahead.”
Lisa crinkled her nose. “Do we seriously have to drive home with the toad in the car? He smells like piss.”
“No, I’ve only had a few,” Janie said. “I can drive.”
Omar nodded. “Walk home, toad. And wash off with the hose before you go in the house. You hear?”
“Yes, sir.”
In response, he hocked up a loogy and spit it in my face.
“Thank you, sir,” I said pathetically as my master led his laughing admirers out of the alley.
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